Werth-Williams High in the hills our Palace stood so bold We'd drink our fill from challices of gold Oh, then we'd ride through the night, fight the foe, overthrow We had right on our side And from his throne the King of England's son This man alone united all as one Oh, he'd inspire, words of fire, glory sought, death was nought We had right on our side We laughed though knowing death was near Forgetting wives and children dear And hoping that our friends would see How well we killed the enemy We bloodied ruthless every sword Each dedicated to our Lord And tortured captives with no mind To victims' widows left behind